"Hehe, I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Gu Yunyue to know our brothers' little reputation. We are truly honored." The hunchbacked old man's voice was extremely hoarse, like metal scraping, making it very uncomfortable to listen to.

The horse-faced youth remained silent, his slightly red eyes slowly scanning Han Li and the others. When he saw Yu Menghan and Liu Leer, his gaze brightened slightly, and he licked his thick upper lip with his tongue.

Liu Leer quickly dodged behind Han Li.

Yu Menghan felt a chill down her spine at the sight of his appearance.

Gu Yunyue's heart was slightly disturbed. Although she had guessed that the Heavenly Ghost Sect would not let the Yu Mansion incident go, she did not expect the pursuers to arrive so quickly, and that they would be these two notoriously difficult people.

But after all, she was a cultivator who had experienced many battles, and she quickly regained her composure, coldly saying, "You two ambushing me in this border area, shouldn't you give an explanation in terms of reason and logic? Could it be that you want to provoke a war between our two sects?"

"Hehe, let's not speak in riddles in front of sensible people. I believe Fellow Daoist knows the reason for our visit. We two are under the orders of Elder Qi to come here and take away the murderer who killed Qi's nephew, as well as this girl named Yu." The hunchbacked old man cackled strangely, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally sweeping towards Han Li and Yu Menghan.

Han Li stood still, his expression calm, while Yu Menghan's pretty face turned pale.

Gu Yunyue snorted, not immediately responding, but various thoughts raced through her mind.

"Fellow Daoist Gu, you have no grievances with our brothers. As long as you hand over these two, we brothers guarantee that you will leave safely, how about it?" The hunchbacked old man said, shaking his head, like an old Confucian scholar from the mortal world.

Gu Yunyue's position in the Cold Flame Sect was not low, and if possible, they did not want to fight her.

"Fellow Daoist Han is now an outer sect guest elder of our sect, and Yu Menghan is also an inner sect disciple. To ask me to hand them over, what do you two take the Cold Flame Sect for?" Gu Yunyue's face suddenly turned cold, and she said decisively.

"Hmph, you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Since you seek death, then we brothers will send you on your way!" The hunchbacked old man's eyebrows suddenly shot up, and he said coldly.

The horse-faced youth had long been impatient. Seeing that negotiations had broken down, he immediately took the lead. With a wave of his sleeve, a large patch of gray-white flames swarmed out from his sleeve.

With a point of his finger, the gray-white flames immediately gathered together, forming a gray-white flame vortex.

A flame ghost claw the size of a house suddenly stretched out from the vortex, grabbing down towards Gu Yunyue and the others.

Having been prepared, Gu Yunyue stomped her foot, and the Lunar Spirit Flying Boat shone brightly again, shooting backward.

At the same time, she raised one hand, and the black long sword beside her immediately flew out, transforming into a seven or eight zhang long sword rainbow, slashing at the palm of the flame ghost claw, and actually emitting a sound of metal clashing.

Gu Yunyue's eyes flickered slightly, and her finger gestures changed.

The black sword rainbow suddenly shrank, becoming more than two times smaller, but it was even brighter and more dazzling.

With a "噗嗤" sound!

The black sword rainbow pierced through the flame ghost claw, piercing out from the other side.

The ghost claw exploded with a bang, turning into a sky full of residual flames, and the flame vortex in the sky also collapsed.

The horse-faced youth's face flushed with blood, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He roared, his eyes suddenly turning blood red, and he flipped his hand to take out a black scroll, which seemed to be a painting.

A large patch of gray-white light surged from his body, immediately enveloping his figure, making it impossible to see what he was doing inside.

At this moment, the hunchbacked old man also stomped his foot, and a large patch of ink-like black light appeared on his body, and the immense pressure of the Nascent Soul late stage spread out.

Gu Yunyue's face changed slightly, and she waved her hand to recall the black sword rainbow, hovering above her head, her divine sense tightly locked onto the horse-faced youth and the hunchbacked old man.

The Lunar Spirit Flying Boat took this opportunity to retreat more than a hundred zhang in one breath before stopping.

"Fellow Daoist Han, these two have been famous for a long time, and their strength is extremely strong. If the situation is not good later, you should take my little apprentices and leave first, and I will cover your retreat." The young woman quickly transmitted a voice to Han Li.

Although she had unexpectedly dealt the horse-faced youth a small blow, she also knew that she could not defeat the hunchbacked old man. And Han Li's strength was unknown, and even if the two of them joined forces, they might not be able to gain an advantage in the other party's hands, so she had long intended to escape.

Han Li stood there quietly, without speaking, with an ambiguous look.

Just at this moment, a gloomy voice sounded in the woman's ear:

"Want to escape? Can you escape?"

Gu Yunyue's heart tightened.

Only a "噗" sound was heard, and the black light around the hunchbacked old man suddenly exploded, and his figure suddenly blurred in the black light, turning into a gray skeleton.

Gu Yunyue was stunned when she saw this, and Han Li's eyes also flashed slightly.

At this moment, the void above the Lunar Spirit Flying Boat suddenly fluctuated violently, and a beam of dark light spurted out from inside without warning, and the hunchbacked old man's figure appeared out of thin air in the dark light.

He waved his hands, and a golden light flashed in front of him. A golden giant tower more than ten zhang high appeared out of thin air, smashing down fiercely towards the Lunar Spirit Flying Boat.

A terrifying pressure suddenly fell, and the aura on the surface of the flying boat fluctuated violently, and it looked like it was about to shatter immediately.

Gu Yunyue groaned, and her hands flashed with lightning-fast gestures, and sword incantations disappeared into the black long sword above her head.

The black long sword trembled violently, and countless dense sword shadows emerged, slashing towards the giant tower.

Rumble!

Countless explosions rang out!

The dense sword shadows slashed on the giant tower, and all shattered and disappeared immediately, without leaving the slightest trace on the tower body.

However, the giant tower's downward momentum also paused.

Gu Yunyue took the opportunity to shout in a low voice, and a silver-white light flew out from her hand, which was a silver brocade handkerchief. With a "呼啦" sound, it swelled wildly in the wind, blooming with dazzling silver light.

Faint mountain and river phantoms appeared on the surface of the brocade handkerchief, spitting out amazing spiritual energy, blocking below the golden giant tower, causing its downward momentum to stagnate.

Gu Yunyue's tense face relaxed slightly, her eyes flickering with cold light, and she pointed with a sword incantation.

The black flying sword immediately spun around, and a black light burst out, swelling wildly in an instant. In the blink of an eye, it became a five or six zhang long black giant sword, slashing towards the hunchbacked old man with extreme speed.

The old man sneered and waved his hand to cast a spell.

The bottom of the golden giant tower cracked with a rumbling sound, revealing a black hole, and dazzling golden light spurted out from it, forming a huge golden halo.

A terrifying suction force suddenly penetrated out from it, and the air flow within a radius of dozens of zhang rolled back.

The black giant sword immediately stopped as if carrying a thousand pounds, spinning around, flying towards the round hole at the bottom of the golden giant tower.

Gu Yunyue desperately cast incantations trying to stabilize the giant sword, but it was of no use. After only two or three breaths, the giant sword was still sucked into the giant tower with a "嗖" sound.

Gu Yunyue's face turned pale, and the connection between her mind and the black flying sword was completely severed.

The golden light emitted by the golden giant tower became even more dazzling, and a rumbling sound was emitted as it pressed down.

The silver brocade handkerchief was faintly concave, and under the suction force emitted by the golden giant tower, the mountain and river phantoms floating on the surface were also distorted and deformed, and seemed to be sucked into the giant tower as well.

Gu Yunyue hurriedly cast incantations, holding the brocade handkerchief with both hands, and the magic power in her body poured in wildly.

The mountain and river patterns on the surface of the brocade handkerchief emitted a dazzling silver light, and made bursts of whistling sounds, finally stabilizing again.

The hunchbacked old man sneered, and raised his hand to do something.

Boom!

A muffled sound came from a distance. The gray-white light around the horse-faced youth exploded, revealing his figure. A black painting scroll floated in front of him, which was the one he had taken out earlier. However, it had already been unfolded, and densely painted with hundreds of ghost patterns on the surface, emitting a strong black light.

"Bitch! You dare to hurt me! Big brother, don't take action, I want her to taste a fate worse than death!" The horse-faced youth stared at Gu Yunyue venomously, and roared.